She is very pretty, isn't she?
But they're not girls for going out much, I can see.

And Thyrza's always glad when I ask her to come and have tea with us.

I suppose they haven't many friends.' It was quite against Mrs.Grail's wont to interrupt thus when her son had settled down to read.

Gilbert averted his eyes from the page, and, after reflecting a little, said: 'Ackroyd knows them.' His mother looked at him closely.

He seemed to be absorbed again.
'Does he speak to you about them, Gilbert ?' 'He's mentioned them once or twice.' 'Perhaps that's why Lydia goes out to chapel,' the old lady said, with a smile.
'No, I don't think so.' The reply was so abrupt, so nearly impatient, that Mrs.Grail made an end of her remarks.